In this dream, Anne and I and Kyle, aged about 5 moved to Sub-Saharan (black) Africa in a colony of upscale homes placed high above a famous (but unnamed) river. To the extent I saw our neighbors, they were white.
The weather was hot and dry and we had just moved in. While we were in the backyard, Anne cavalierly climbed up and down the hills having a good time and I pleaded to her it was too dangerous to be that cavalier so high up on steep hills. She heard my plea but ignored the message. Then suddenly she fell far into the gorge, where I could no longer see her, apparently having been killed in the fall. Some of our neighbors witnessed this and expressed their condolences.
I felt deep sorrow and my heart cried out as I stared out at the abyss. Just then a woman from next door expressed a personal interest in me, which I instantly rejected, saying to her, "My wife is dead! She just died!" And all I could feel was the pain inside and my concern for little Kyle.
As I awoke, I knew consciously I would not be part of a community that excluded black people. But I don't know for sure nor choose to speculate as to where the thoughts of Anne ignoring my pleas as she cavalierly confronted danger would come from.
Dick
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